Red

I want to gouge your eyes out
Hear you scream and shout
Oh, how much pleasure you
Give. My soul doesn't exist.

Those bloodstained walls
Remind me of- late night calls
While playing with a rope
around my neck.

My stiffened body lies-
next to your head.
Could you please tell me:
Who's dead?

What can I say?I love a poem that RHYMES !!!Sounds like an acid trip I had back in '69,just kidding.Cool image,short and to the point,my kind of writing.Bravo!!!!

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